Too erratic,
      too unstable
      for a life
      without life
           (a considerable paradox - you don't care)
      For a  doll
        with no heartbeat
                no brainwaves
                no flesh
                no tissue
                no muscle
                no bones
         and no vital organs
        you sure find ample opportunities 
                  to disappear.
      And then again, for a poet
         with no vocal chords
                no intelligence
                no rhetoric
                no capabilities of devising creative endeavors
                no penmanship skills
         and no comprehension of any type of any kind 
                                                                        of prose 
or fiction
      the literary brilliance you spew out daily 
      is quite an impressive collection.
      And there you go again.

The East Village Poetry Web
Matt Levy